Say No To A CEO
(I am alone when an older man walks in from the cold.)
Customer: “So, where is it!?”
Me: “The new Blackberry? Right there on display!”
Customer: “How much is it?”
Me: “It is [price] on a three-year term.”
Customer: “But without a plan?”
Me: “Well, we only do term plans.”
Customer: “Oh, okay.”
(He starts to leave, and has one hand on the door and starts to push it open. Suddenly, he turns back to me.)
Customer: “At what monthly rate?”
Me: “Well, they start at [price].”
Customer: “What does that give!? Seven-Bajillion minutes!? I am [name], the CEO of [Wholesale Warehouse]. You don’t know who walks through those doors! It’s your job to create interest in the product!”
Me: “Sir, you were not interested in obtaining a plan, and were halfway out the door.”
Customer: “You have to keep me in the store! You’re f****** terrible!”
Me: “Excuse me!?”
Customer: “What? Excuse me what!?”
Me: “You swore at me. I don’t accept that.”
Customer: “F***! F***! This is Canada! I can swear all the f*** I want! I stayed at Richard Branson’s private island! You are f****** incompetent! You can’t do your f****** job, and are f****** horrible at it too! I don’t know what the f*** you are doing here!”
Me: “Leave. Now.”
Customer: “Not like I was going to stay!”
